Naethyn waits in the desolate plain. No trees, no wind, almost as if the Gods had forsaken this place for eternity and it was too never give way to life ever again. Although the sprouting of a baby tree could be found, under Naethyn's boot. Given Naethyn's appearance, you wouldn't be stricken to think that he was a ninja, or new anything of the ninja world, but you should never judge a book by it's cover. Someone was supposed to show their face here and Naethyn could sense it, after all, a non-Konohagakure ninja was an enemy no matter what the stakes.

A fight to the finish would prove Naethyn's overall strength and cunning, he wasn't used to thinking last minute, he always had time to prepare for the inevitable fights that would soon be his destiny. However, this one was slightly different. His thoughts drifted elsewhere as the sun glimmer off most of his body jewelry and blinded Naethyn for just a split second, nothing had change. He was hoping that maybe the opponent would come in at that perfect second dooming Naethyn from the start, but things like that wouldn't go for Naethyn.

He glanced up around the sky, and noticed that there was truly nothing here but dead grass and maybe some bugs. He still stand waiting.